Too Much: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (All or Nothing) by Lea Griffith Page B

rescheduled.”
    “J.C., I don’t think—”
    He held up his hand and cut Toby off. “I don’t need you thinking, Toby. Reschedule whoever had the BD.”
    “Yep.”
    “As far as David goes, I need to know his caseload the last year. Being the district attorney now, he’s probably pissed some people off the last couple of years. I want everything on who he’s put away and who he’s in the process of prosecuting.” Jeremiah noticed Toby’s surprise by the sudden switch in conversation, but he didn’t miss a beat.
    “I’ve already got somebody gathering the information you just requested. Should know something by tomorrow at the latest. Also have his financials coming to us.”
    Copeland glanced at the man he called his friend and right-hand man. “I need to know Ruthie’s safe.”
    “She is. I checked on her first,” Toby answered.
    Copeland raised an eyebrow at that, then breathed deeply. Of course Toby had checked on her. Toby and Jeremiah’s sister had a certain history. The band around Copeland’s heart eased. Daly hadn’t been the only one to suffer the first time he’d bailed David out of trouble. Ruthie had too. It was why she’d ended up leaving Atlanta a year or so after Daly had left him. She visited frequently, but he never saw her enough.
    “Don’t worry about the wall, Toby. I’ll fix it myself,” Copeland said.
    “Believe it when I see it,” Toby replied and opened the door to leave. He stopped and turned back to Copeland. “One more thing—Dante Shaw has requested membership to The Underground.”
    Copeland’s neck tightened. Shaw was the new leader of the Dixie Mafia. They had grown up in the organization together but had never been close. Dante Shaw was now a very powerful man with a ruthless streak a mile wide. His reputation preceded him.
    “Why here?” he asked Toby.
    Toby shrugged. “Says your place is the best at protecting identities.”
    “He just instigated a coup for leadership of the DM. I wouldn’t think he’d be too concerned with identities. He’ll need to talk to me. I’ll have to make it clear I won’t be dippingmy toe into any illegal ponds for him. Schedule something for next week.”
    Toby nodded and left.
    Copeland rubbed his forehead and sighed, Shaw quickly forgotten. The pain that played over Daly’s features earlier bit into his heart. She was his, damn it. Nothing could change or erase that.
    He’d watched her sleep last night and everything raw inside him had eased. When her skin was under his hands it soothed everything primal in him. Now that he’d tasted her again, felt her body move with his, he couldn’t let her go.
    Copeland allowed her to walk away three years ago because he’d broken his word to her. He’d vowed never to hurt her and she’d entrusted all she was into his care. He shamed them both when he withheld information about David’s situation from her.
    It wouldn’t happen again. He refused to let it. The truth was simple. He needed her like the air he breathed. She’d come to him tonight and he’d do the only thing he’d ever gotten right between them.
    He’d cherish her submission and bring them both to a place where they were whole.

Chapter 7
    Daly got out of the car, locked it, and walked across the street. Normally, Atlanta experienced mild weather in the fall, but it had turned cold quickly this year and the wind blew ferociously tonight. She hugged her coat tighter around her frame. The red silk dress she wore did nothing to protect her from the chill of the air.
    Cars pulled to the curb in front of her, dropped off people, and then pulled away. She’d shunned the car Jeremiah sent, telling the driver she would drive herself. Should this go horribly wrong, she needed the ability to get away from here. She’d questioned over and over why the hell she was returning here tonight.
    Because he told you to.
She shrugged off the thought, desperate to retain some measure of control over her own actions, thereby